A. N. Ok, I give up. "Give up what?" you ask. I give up trying to fix my first chapter, that's what. I can't make it fix! Oh well. Oh yeah, thanks to Lucifer's Garden. Your one of my fav. Authors so when I saw you had reviewed me, I was so happy! Your ideas really helped me. Thank you!
Disclaimer: ...You can't be serious. You just...can't. I don't own FF10. You must know this. You must.
Tidus walked along the street up to his driveway. Noting the sliver car in the driveway along side his dad's, Tidus heaved a sigh. Great. Sarah. Such a charming woman. Not. Tidus let himself in through the front door.
"Hey boy! Where ya been?" Jecht's voice came booming from the living room. "School, dad," he answered dully, heading up the stairs to his room.
"BOY! Come in here and say hello to Sarah!" Jecht bellowed. "Hi Sarah!" Tidus yelled from the stairway. He would comply if he must, but only as much as he had to.
He walked into his room and heaved his backpack on the floor, then walked over to the window and looked out it, over what he could see of his neighbor hood. Overall he liked the town, the neighborhood, the people. It was different from Zanarkand, but in a good way. He had moved at the beginning of the summer, briefly after was when his father had met Spawn aka Sarah.
A booming knock sounded at his door. "BOY! You open this door and explain your behavior!" Jecht's voice thundered through the door. Tidus rolled his eyes. If that man didn't watch his blood pressure he was going to have a coronary.
He wandered over to the door and opened it, as Jecht had shown that he was not going to get bored and give up, as he was still banging his fist on the door, in ever increasing volume.
Tidus gaped in awe at how red his father's face had become. "Um dad, before you begin, have you had your heart checked lately? 'Cause in health last year, we talked about anger and stress levels, and how they can put strain on your arteries, and..." Tidus got no further.
"Ever since we moved here, you have shown complete disregard for Sarah! Is it beyond you to even greet her conventionally? She is a beautiful, nice, generous..."
"Rich," Tidus cut in, and was rewarded with the sight of his father's face going from crimson to maroon. "Dad really, you need to look at your fat intake. I have a health plan that you could look at..."
Once again, the blond was cut off was his dad, this time by Jecht slamming the door thunderously. Tidus looked at the door. He was not the least bit fazed by his father's speeches by now. In fact, they amused him.
Jecht usually entertained Sarah by telling her stories about what a rebel without a cause he was in his blitz-ball glory days. How he was this total stud who was rude to adults and charmed women. How men wanted to be him. So it was rather funny to have him telling Tidus that he was rude.
Tidus' thoughts wandered away from his dad, into the day's events. First there was that run-in with that blue-haired guy, Seth? Sharky? Seymour? Oh yeah, that was it.
The guy was not pretty. He needed to see a dermatologist about all those varicose veins, and fast. And what was with the hair? It was all spiked up, except unlike normal people, it wasn't all in the same direction or short. It stuck up in different directions and each spike was about the length of Tidus' forearm. Scary. And the worst part was, Tidus was pretty sure that it was natural. No gel involved.
It turned out that Seymour was a blitzball player. According to him, he was one of the few worth keeping on the team. It had taken all the self-control Tidus had not to roll his eyes condescendingly. He did however, tell Seymour that how good he was would have to be determined later, when Tidus watched him play. Seymour didn't want to talk anymore.
Then there had been that brown haired girl, with the different colored eyes. That had been an interesting incident. Entirely his fault, but the girl had been very forgiving, if a tiny bit shy. Helpful too. He still felt bad about her papers even though he had helped her pick them up.
Wakka slicked his hair up into his usual hair style. "Second day of school, and this year, I am going to oust Seymour for captain, ya?" he said to himself. He stepped back, admiring himself in the mirror. Just then, he saw a school bus drive by out his window. The relevance of this didn't hit him till a moment later.
"OH NOOO! My bus!" he moaned, while grabbing his stuff. He ran out the door, back-pack aflapping, and arms a-waving. "No! No, stop please, ya!" he yelped, running as fast as he could, trying to gain the attention of the driver.
Eventually, the driver must have seen him, because the bus finally stopped. Wakka, out-of-breath, and rather sore at the driver for not seeing him, trudged on the bus. He found a seat, and slid into it.
His seat mate looked at him, an amused expression on her pale face.
"Run far, Wakka?" she asked. Wakka glared at her. "Very funny ya? You know Lu, if you ever missed the bus, I'd like to see how you'd fare," he said in a cranky manner.
Lulu raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm always on time Wakka. It's your own fault if your late for the bus. Your always preening in front of the mirror when it comes, so of course your going to miss it," she said pointedly.
Wakka flushed, officially rendered speechless. "Aw come on Lu, why do ya always have to put me down?" he asked. Lulu didn't even look up from her spell book.
"It's my soul purpose in life," she dead-panned. Wakka looked hurt. "You really don't have to be so harsh, Lu," he said.
"Oh fine. Wakka, I'll put it gently. You are late for the bus every morning because you dedicate too much time and energy into looking like a human traffic cone," Lulu said. Wakka glared.
"That wasn't quite what I was looking for, Lu," he said irritably. Lulu merely smiled and went back to her book. Wakka folded his arms over his chest and glared at the floor for the rest of the way there.
Gippal adjusted his eye patch, making sure it covered his right eye. "Gip, why do you wear that thing? There's nothing wrong with your eye," Baralai asked, leaning against the stall door.
"It looks sexy," the Al Bhed explained. Baralai snickered. "If you call looking like a pirate 'sexy'," Baralai said.
"Hey, girls like pirates! Look at Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom! If girls don't think their sexy than who?" Gippal said defensively. Baralai grinned.
"Yes, but that's Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. You're Gippal Haws. I think that there's a small difference between you and those guys," he explained. Gippal bristled visibly.
"Are you saying I'm not as hot as Scissor-Hands and Elf Boy?" Gippal said. Baralai gave him a sarcastic look.
"Oh yeah. I see your point," Gippal said thoughtfully. "Oh well. It's still worth a shot." "Whatever you say there, Gip," said Baralai, following his overactive friend down the hall.
"Besides, I know at least one girl thinks I'm cute. And she ain't too hard on the eyes 'neither," Gippal said. "Oh? And who's that?" Baralai asked.
That stopped Gippal. "You don't even know her name?" said Baralai, exasperated. Gippal looked sheepish. "She's Al Bhed," he said mildly.
Baralai gave him a very sarcastic look. "Oh ok. That's only...one-fifth of the girls in the school," he said.
"Oh come on. It's a start," Gippal said.
A.N. Blimey it was hard finding a place to end this chappie. I know their short so far, but I'll make them longer, I promise. I know this isn't the best chapter, but never fear, my muse is still here! My last day of school today, and I'm gonna spend my birthday all alone! Cries Oh well. And MindOverMatter, thank you for reading my fic! And yes, I will continue to develop the plot. Huggles to all, and to all, a good night.
Disclaimer: ...You can't be serious. You just...can't. I don't own FF10. You must know this. You must.
Tidus walked along the street up to his driveway. Noting the sliver car in the driveway along side his dad's, Tidus heaved a sigh. Great. Sarah. Such a charming woman. Not. Tidus let himself in through the front door.
"Hey boy! Where ya been?" Jecht's voice came booming from the living room. "School, dad," he answered dully, heading up the stairs to his room.
"BOY! Come in here and say hello to Sarah!" Jecht bellowed. "Hi Sarah!" Tidus yelled from the stairway. He would comply if he must, but only as much as he had to.
He walked into his room and heaved his backpack on the floor, then walked over to the window and looked out it, over what he could see of his neighbor hood. Overall he liked the town, the neighborhood, the people. It was different from Zanarkand, but in a good way. He had moved at the beginning of the summer, briefly after was when his father had met Spawn aka Sarah.
A booming knock sounded at his door. "BOY! You open this door and explain your behavior!" Jecht's voice thundered through the door. Tidus rolled his eyes. If that man didn't watch his blood pressure he was going to have a coronary.
He wandered over to the door and opened it, as Jecht had shown that he was not going to get bored and give up, as he was still banging his fist on the door, in ever increasing volume.
Tidus gaped in awe at how red his father's face had become. "Um dad, before you begin, have you had your heart checked lately? 'Cause in health last year, we talked about anger and stress levels, and how they can put strain on your arteries, and..." Tidus got no further.
"Ever since we moved here, you have shown complete disregard for Sarah! Is it beyond you to even greet her conventionally? She is a beautiful, nice, generous..."
"Rich," Tidus cut in, and was rewarded with the sight of his father's face going from crimson to maroon. "Dad really, you need to look at your fat intake. I have a health plan that you could look at..."
Once again, the blond was cut off was his dad, this time by Jecht slamming the door thunderously. Tidus looked at the door. He was not the least bit fazed by his father's speeches by now. In fact, they amused him.
Jecht usually entertained Sarah by telling her stories about what a rebel without a cause he was in his blitz-ball glory days. How he was this total stud who was rude to adults and charmed women. How men wanted to be him. So it was rather funny to have him telling Tidus that he was rude.
Tidus' thoughts wandered away from his dad, into the day's events. First there was that run-in with that blue-haired guy, Seth? Sharky? Seymour? Oh yeah, that was it.
The guy was not pretty. He needed to see a dermatologist about all those varicose veins, and fast. And what was with the hair? It was all spiked up, except unlike normal people, it wasn't all in the same direction or short. It stuck up in different directions and each spike was about the length of Tidus' forearm. Scary. And the worst part was, Tidus was pretty sure that it was natural. No gel involved.
It turned out that Seymour was a blitzball player. According to him, he was one of the few worth keeping on the team. It had taken all the self-control Tidus had not to roll his eyes condescendingly. He did however, tell Seymour that how good he was would have to be determined later, when Tidus watched him play. Seymour didn't want to talk anymore.
Then there had been that brown haired girl, with the different colored eyes. That had been an interesting incident. Entirely his fault, but the girl had been very forgiving, if a tiny bit shy. Helpful too. He still felt bad about her papers even though he had helped her pick them up.
Wakka slicked his hair up into his usual hair style. "Second day of school, and this year, I am going to oust Seymour for captain, ya?" he said to himself. He stepped back, admiring himself in the mirror. Just then, he saw a school bus drive by out his window. The relevance of this didn't hit him till a moment later.
"OH NOOO! My bus!" he moaned, while grabbing his stuff. He ran out the door, back-pack aflapping, and arms a-waving. "No! No, stop please, ya!" he yelped, running as fast as he could, trying to gain the attention of the driver.
Eventually, the driver must have seen him, because the bus finally stopped. Wakka, out-of-breath, and rather sore at the driver for not seeing him, trudged on the bus. He found a seat, and slid into it.
His seat mate looked at him, an amused expression on her pale face.
"Run far, Wakka?" she asked. Wakka glared at her. "Very funny ya? You know Lu, if you ever missed the bus, I'd like to see how you'd fare," he said in a cranky manner.
Lulu raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm always on time Wakka. It's your own fault if your late for the bus. Your always preening in front of the mirror when it comes, so of course your going to miss it," she said pointedly.
Wakka flushed, officially rendered speechless. "Aw come on Lu, why do ya always have to put me down?" he asked. Lulu didn't even look up from her spell book.
"It's my soul purpose in life," she dead-panned. Wakka looked hurt. "You really don't have to be so harsh, Lu," he said.
"Oh fine. Wakka, I'll put it gently. You are late for the bus every morning because you dedicate too much time and energy into looking like a human traffic cone," Lulu said. Wakka glared.
"That wasn't quite what I was looking for, Lu," he said irritably. Lulu merely smiled and went back to her book. Wakka folded his arms over his chest and glared at the floor for the rest of the way there.
Gippal adjusted his eye patch, making sure it covered his right eye. "Gip, why do you wear that thing? There's nothing wrong with your eye," Baralai asked, leaning against the stall door.
"It looks sexy," the Al Bhed explained. Baralai snickered. "If you call looking like a pirate 'sexy'," Baralai said.
"Hey, girls like pirates! Look at Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom! If girls don't think their sexy than who?" Gippal said defensively. Baralai grinned.
"Yes, but that's Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. You're Gippal Haws. I think that there's a small difference between you and those guys," he explained. Gippal bristled visibly.
"Are you saying I'm not as hot as Scissor-Hands and Elf Boy?" Gippal said. Baralai gave him a sarcastic look.
"Oh yeah. I see your point," Gippal said thoughtfully. "Oh well. It's still worth a shot." "Whatever you say there, Gip," said Baralai, following his overactive friend down the hall.
"Besides, I know at least one girl thinks I'm cute. And she ain't too hard on the eyes 'neither," Gippal said. "Oh? And who's that?" Baralai asked.
That stopped Gippal. "You don't even know her name?" said Baralai, exasperated. Gippal looked sheepish. "She's Al Bhed," he said mildly.
Baralai gave him a very sarcastic look. "Oh ok. That's only...one-fifth of the girls in the school," he said.
"Oh come on. It's a start," Gippal said.
A.N. Blimey it was hard finding a place to end this chappie. I know their short so far, but I'll make them longer, I promise. I know this isn't the best chapter, but never fear, my muse is still here! My last day of school today, and I'm gonna spend my birthday all alone! Cries Oh well. And MindOverMatter, thank you for reading my fic! And yes, I will continue to develop the plot. Huggles to all, and to all, a good night.